Thursday, March 31, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Home
I had a lot of time to think about my life while I was away. I liked Iceland so much I've decided to move there. I hope to post some thoughts from my travel journal, but can't guarantee anything because my virtual slacker self suddenly finds real life is more important. New things are on the horizon. I'm busy with work, the gym, and learning the language of my next home. I hope everyone is well and driving their lives to places of self-reflection, personal meaning and heart. This life matters, and it's important to fulfill your destiny, whatever that is, whoever your are, wherever it takes you. Be as a bold Viking and live free. Takk fyrir. Vertu blessaður og sæll.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Traveling To Iceland
Red - the fire produced by the island's volcanoes
White - the ice and snow that covers Iceland
Blue - for the Atlantic Ocean
Farewell, America. Iceland here I come. I've wanted to make this trip for 28 years. Some dreams, no matter how old, stay with you. Time to go find out what mine's about. Hope everyone has a great week and enjoys the return of Spring. Peace.
"The time had come, so Marvin went."
~ Dr. Seuss
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Enter The Reactor
For too long you've been beaten down
laboring under unspeakable burdens
You are not powerless
you are a warrior god of your own inner light
This moment may only come once
Be strong and find victory
Who Is Juno?
The Juno archetype and name comes from Roman mythology, where Juno was the wife of Jupiter, the King of the Gods, and patron of the Roman Empire. To the Romans, Juno had a variety of roles and functions, among them being protector of the Roman people, protector of women and children, and adviser to the people, especially concerning who and when to marry. In this role as adviser, she was known as Juno Moneta.
According to the legend, around 390 BC a flock of geese in Juno's sanctuary squawked an alarm that saved the Romans from a barbarian invasion. A temple was built on the spot to honor Juno Moneta, and about a century later the first Roman mint was built across the street. The first coins had Juno Moneta on the face, and were naturally called "moneta", from which the term "money" is derived.
~ Michael O' Reilly
Friday, March 11, 2011
Thank You For Being In My Dimension
...even if we're all just a bunch of wealthy pea brains. Some-branes else we are naked bolts of lightning streaking through the universe in colors no human can see.
That Which Gives Us Life
A hairy black and white ocean
inhabited by ghosts
that remind me to give thanks for Earth's magnetosphere.
inhabited by ghosts
that remind me to give thanks for Earth's magnetosphere.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
How To Be A Human Being
Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.
~ Victor Hugo
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Words Of Encouragement
"With your mind power,
your determination,
your instinct,
and the experience as well,
you can fly very high."
~ Ayrton Senna
your determination,
your instinct,
and the experience as well,
you can fly very high."
~ Ayrton Senna
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
In Memory of Mohamed Bouazizi
Mohamed Bouazizi, whose sacrificial and supreme act of defiance drew our attention to the oppressive and despotic conditions under which so many of us live.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
The Soul of Vertical Searcher
I
the broken
the fallen
the wingless
have nonetheless risen
If you remember me
You remember this
You remember the last time
What I was going through
But I guess it doesn't matter now
Someday
I'll be soaring above these mountain tops
At last alone with you
And you will never know
But when you feel yourself flying
That will be the song
of my memory in your heart
the broken
the fallen
the wingless
have nonetheless risen
Paraglider - A arte de voar! from Taio on Vimeo.
If you remember me
You remember this
You remember the last time
What I was going through
But I guess it doesn't matter now
Someday
I'll be soaring above these mountain tops
At last alone with you
And you will never know
But when you feel yourself flying
That will be the song
of my memory in your heart
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
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